Without crumpling his neatly pressed black suit, Butler Meyers managed to place the last set of champagne glasses on the entrance table and entered the dining hall, where a contemplative Mr. Anthony D’Souza was peering at the mountain side from behind the thick, reinforced life size glass window.
“All ready, sir. The guests are getting dressed now, and will be down for dinner shortly.”
The owner of the freshly burrowed enclave turned around, and flashed a pleasant smile.
“Thank you, Meyers. You have performed your duties this weekend brilliantly.”
The butler smiled. “And you’ve still overpaid me, sir.” He bowed and took his leave.
The prematurely retired scientist turned back his attention to the mountain side, which was presently filled with deeply overcast skies that turned a murkier shade of dark blue by the minute.
The worst hurricane in the history of North America, the CNN anchor had predicted earlier that morning. His British counterpart was instead directing viewers’ attention towards devastating earthquakes in Asia.
“All ready, sir. The guests are getting dressed now, and will be down for dinner shortly.”
The owner of the freshly burrowed enclave turned around, and flashed a pleasant smile.
“Thank you, Meyers. You have performed your duties this weekend brilliantly.”
The butler smiled. “And you’ve still overpaid me, sir.” He bowed and took his leave.
The prematurely retired scientist turned back his attention to the mountain side, which was presently filled with deeply overcast skies that turned a murkier shade of dark blue by the minute.
The worst hurricane in the history of North America, the CNN anchor had predicted earlier that morning. His British counterpart was instead directing viewers’ attention towards devastating earthquakes in Asia.
